Reason #845 (if I were counting that is): it’s the first week of June and we had a monster harvest of broccoli for dinner last night.
Granted, I feel like I only recently made an ode to the last of the greenhouse broccoli…I figured it would be a while before we supped again on its crunchy green spears. Nope! I planted these babies under the lights in the basement on Feb. 23rd, then out into the greenhouse in March, then into the garden at the end of April. And this, when all that’s ready out there are onions, salads, asparagus and flowers on my peas: great, but nothing that sticks to the ribs, you know?
Perhaps broccoli is a symbol of my vegetarian past. It’s entirely possible it holds my esteem so readily because I have eaten so much of it over the years. But I do swear that transferring things from a little pot to real dirt in the greenhouse, and not some half-step single pot still under the basement lights, makes all the difference. You know how plants love rainwater much more than water from your hose? I swear the microbes in the soil and the light of the sun in the greenhouse are manna from heaven to them.
(And it’s made a difference to my tomatoes, too. Dang, I only yesterday got around to putting many of them into the new greenhouse beds: the puppies were pushing 30″ tall and were full of blooms! Oops. Bad gardener.)
But back to the broccoli. I will continue to harvest these guys until mid-July. I will then direct sow new seeds in the beds for a fall harvest. I will then sow more seeds in mid-August, transferring these babies into the greenhouse in October for winter eating. I do agree one must eat seasonally…but I swear broccoli (and raab, and Chinese broccoli, and flowering turnips…) are just as big a staple around here as potatoes! Yum.